To My Young Wife

I am writing umpteen verses

And my lass dances in grace.

I am glancing at the twinkling stars

And they whisper all our secret themes.

 

On endless beauty doth I meditate

And I am within thy supple figure.

I am scanning the distant blues

And it is all thy blushing eyes.

 

I am in the vale of springs

And it brings to me thy happy embrace.

I am among the cool shades

And feel thy radiant smile.

 

A veil of mist now embraces me

And I am lost in thy soft kisses.

I lay in this flowing moonlight

And thy coolest spot I gently kiss.

The solemn notes of this night

Unto me whisper a tale of silken nights.

In strong, surging waves

We are tossed to blissful moments.

 

The last traveler is now gone

The slumbering world is preparing for bed.

Like us, the c

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andle is now burning

And my dreams are on an endless wing.

 

I look through the window

And see a lonesome bird on its wings.

Unto the distant dales, he is making his solemn flight

Upon his wings, he is sweeping countless dreams.

 

Time hath separated us

But not distances, I stress.

I am hearing your silent call,

Like the singular voices of the distant woods.

 

We are too young to withstand,

Pearl drops are whispering in the wind.

The candle is melting through the last phase

But my pen is yet miles to go!

 

Like our wandering thoughts

Moon is wandering among the clouds.

And when thou art burning within me,

The passage of this night is but one moment for me.

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